INTRO: (Drums)|A E |D A |: 6x
VERSE 1:
A E |D A |
Sunday morning woke up yawning, filled the pool for a swim.
A E |D A |
Hold down the head and looked in the glass, just to see if I was in.
A E |D A
Went up the stairs and kissed my women, to make her come a-live.
CHORUS:
|A E
'Cause with fifteen kids and a family on the skids,
|D A |
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
A E
Fifteen kids and a family on the skids,
/ (Break of 2-counts)
|D A |
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
VERSE 2:
A E |D A |
That's how they are, so I grabbed out the car, con-vertible fifty-nine.
A E |D A |
Headed to the freeway, tried to find the Pasadena sign.
A E |D A
Ten miles and three quarters, I wasn't feeling any more a-live.
CHORUS:
|A E
'Cause with fifteen kids and a family on the skids,
|D A |
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
A E
Fifteen kids and a family on the skids,
/ (Break of 2-counts)
|D A
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
VERSE 3:
|A E |D A |
I used to be a minstrel free, with a whole lot of bread in my bag.
A E |D A
I used to feel that my life was real, but the good Lord threw me a snag.
|A E |D A
Now I'm gonna be the same as me, no matter how I try.
CHORUS:
|A E
'Cause with fifteen kids and a family on the skids,
|D A |
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
A E
Fifteen kids and a family on the skids,
/ (Break of 2-counts)
|D A |
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
VERSE 4:
A E |D A |
Turned 'round the car and headed for home, I guess I realized my fate.
A E |D A |
Ten miles and three quarters more, I pulled up outside the gate.
A E |D A
Twenty more kids were stood inside, and that made thirty-five.
CHORUS:
|A E
'Cause with an orphanage full of thirty-five kids,
|D A
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
|A E
An orphanage full of thirty-five kids,
/ (Break of 2-counts)
|D A |
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
VERSE 5:
A E |D A |
Sunday morning woke up yawning, filled the pool for a swim.
A E |D A |
Hold down the glass and looked in the mirror, just to see if I was in.
A E |D A
Went up the stairs and kissed my women, to make her come a-live.
CHORUS:
|A E
'Cause with an orphanage full of thirty-five kids,
|D A
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
|A E
An orphanage full of thirty-five kids,
/ (Break of 8-counts)
|D A |
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
